Fan CastingCynical

He smiled at her as they strolled across the blooming meadow together, holding hands, and suggested, "Why don't we just go and gather some flowers? They're lovely ".. "But then if we pick them, they'll die," she replied, a melancholy expression on her face. He peered at her with a mixture of Concern and disgust in his eyes. "No wonder I'm your only friend. You're a complete lunatic. You're completely hopeless. You're so..." He came up with a term to characterize the crime she'd committed. He then remembered a word his mother had used. "You're always being so bloody cynical." He jerked his hand away from hers, glaring at her unchanging expression, and sprinted off of the field as quickly as he could. as he ran, she stared after him, eyes filling with tears. But before the tears had the chance to roll down her cheeks, a sudden darkness took over the meadow. She looked around cautiously. she then felt something grab both her ankles. It moved upwards, curling around her legs, hips, waist, chest, shoulders, and neck. By the time it had completely covered her, other than her eyes and mouth, it spun her around to see the boy, running away. She tried to call for help, but more of the black vines covered her mouth, leaving her mute. they then covered her eyes, leaving her blind. They then began to tighten around her, twisting and tightening around her frail body, before there was complete silence, other than the sudden, sickening, crack.